You kind of made yourself relevant when you inserted yourself, and that creepy eye, and your creepy ring, into my life.

[at least in his world and in his timeline. he's long since learned that events played out very differently for people who otherwise should've had the same experiences.

he's still not going anywhere near that door, but... it was probably best to keep his own eye on bakura and not let him wander off too far, at least for now. so with a grumpy sigh, he winds up setting down beside him, sizing up the dice with a wary expression. a game was still a game, no matter who played it, and he would always be drawn to them.]

So what, you don't have your deck? Dice seem a little beneath someone of your distinguished station.